Coralie And Rosalie - The Little Sisters Of Charity

CHAPTER I. WE are almost home. Come wake up, little ones. The speaker was a portly-look- who had been ing, silver-haired gentleman, jostled out of a sound sleep by a sudden turn of the carriage. Dear me I think I must have been napping it myself. Where are you both Here, sir, said a faint little voice at his side. Both crowded in there, eh Why, you are not big enough to be worth much. This travelling is a tiresome business, and I am heartily glad to be on dry land again. Come